你的孤独，虽败犹荣

有些承诺如一根针，毫无重量，却凛冽锐利，能直挺挺地插进每个人心里，伤口细微到毫无疼痛。在时间的流淌与社会的打磨之后，伤疤和老茧交错缝合，众生坎壈，任谁都忘记了这句话的出处，我们举着酒杯，脸色泛红，20岁出头的男男女女们，谁又能想到十年之后自己的命运会如何纠葛呢 毕业

死神永生

方寸之间，深不见底啊。

到坟场的车票

“我去那里原本打算做两件事。我本来是要去对莫特利提出控诉的，那个混蛋昨晚把我整得很惨，如果你是守法的公民，就应该要去告他的，不是吗？有人攻击你，你应该去警察局报案。”“老师在十年级的公民课里都是这样教的。”“我也这么认为。不过他们却没告诉我们，这么做根本毫无意义。”

自深深处

You admired my work when it was finished: you enjoyed the brilliant successes of my first nights, and the brilliant banquets that followed them: you were proud, and quite naturally so, of being the intimate friend of an artist so distinguished: but you could not understand the conditions requisite for the production of artistic work. I am not speaking in phrases of rhetorical exaggeration but in terms of absolute truth to actual fact when I remind you that during the whole time we were together I never wrote one single line. Whether at Torquay, Goring, London, Florence or elsewhere, my life, as long as you were by my side, was entirely sterile and uncreative. And with but few intervals you were, I regret to say, by my side always.